Mist crackling as he exhales the cold air from his lungs. Each foot step became harder than the last due to the strain of height. Climbing up Dagger’s Edge was a less then trivial thought on his mind. He knew he was walking toward his death and yet he gently accepted this. This would save the human race from extinction without destroying it first; at least not fully. Many would die this day. At least their souls could finally rest peacefully.
The crunch of snow beneath his black boots was the only noise to be heard other then the occasional wind gusts. Climbing at this height shortens anyone’s breath and making it hard to catch his breath. Each step climbed was one closer step to victory. Every pine tree passed smelled so sweet, like the breath of life being sucked into his lungs. Another exploding tree could be heard lower down the mountain from the freezing cold expanding the tree sap to bursting.
Almost down to a crawl he digs his wolf lined gloved hands into the snow to pull himself further up the mountain. Looking down at his gloves his memories take flight into the past where he had come from. Each of the linings from his gloves to his cloak came from those he considered family. Wolves knew more about loyalty and family then even humans. They died thanks to the hand of Deathwing.
That monstrosity must be extinguished from this life to make a peaceful future. For two thousand years it has been a living hell here on Notrosedity. It came from the deepest abysses of Argyle. The abyss extends on the ocean floor from one continent to the other. When something needs no air to breath, cannot be broken with magic or steel, and is not afraid of anything, how does the human race stand a chance?
Ravin discovered this one chance. He knew it would take all of the endurance he had earned through the wars he had participated in. A hard man with little compassion or feelings left to spend. Little chance that the Dark people knew he was even there. Being an experienced tracker he knew how to cover his tracks taking great pains covering his foot work with a branch to cover his tracks. If they knew he was here he would already be dead. There sorcery was great and he was only a fighting man who knew how to use the tools he carried with him. His greatest tool is the Marion-Contoured sword which marked him as a great swordsman.
The edge was within view now finally. Peaking through the clouds above his thoughts rang in his head. Almost there and then this will finally be done after all these years. Thoughts traveled in and out of his head almost as fast as the air from his lungs; at the very least he was not hallucinating from the altitude yet.
Pushing up the last few feet he finally climbs up to the edge of this mountainous range. Just balancing on the edge he looks down below and a small smile spread across his rough, scarred face. Once this journey was complete people could start living as humans should. Peace would be made and flourish through the countries of this great land.
His breath catches as pain passes through his shoulder. He looks down and sees a thick bolt sticking out of his shoulder. Contemptuously he looks back and sees the flying creature with the bow. Dark wings almost the color of night flapping slowly to keep this creep show afloat. Taking aim again to give a death shot this time round. The wind must have caught the last shot because Belallions were not known to miss the first time.
Ravin takes one step back while staring the creature in the eye. As the Belallion took his shot Ravin jumps back and turns his body for the slide down into the dark icy ground beneath. The arrow screams past his ear but in fully misses. The screeching from the Belallion follows him as Ravin slides catching speed. At this pace the thing couldn’t follow him which is good but it would be back with others that can.
Sliding rapidly down at a sharp angle and just hoping that he doesn’t hit any rocks he can see the hole he is aiming at. Another few seconds and nothing but a dark dream of hope could save the Dark people. Into the darkness he traverses, may Heaven save his soul, may the Light protect him and may the Darkness be thrown from this beautiful planet.
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